A Crack on My Seat

Hi Terri,

I found a chair yesterday. There is an ironing board by the bathroom on which people put things they don't want anymore. Generally, there are books and magazines on the board. Occasionally I find snacks or toiletries. Well, yesterday there was a chair next to it. I took it.

It's a plain chair, made of wood with a maple finish. There is a small crack in the middle of the seat that threatens to compromise its structural integrity if it gets much bigger. I put it by my bed. There isn't much room for it and it makes it a little difficult to open my cabinet. I sat on it, lining up the cracks. Mostly I stack things on it, such as other items I've claimed from the donation area.

I also put the Ensign on it. Now I can see it and it will remind me to read. I should read the First Presidency message first. I've been assigned a home teaching route. Not even war excused the priesthood from home teaching. There is only one brother on my route. He works in my office. I see him about 12 hours a day, every day. To make sure I know how well he is doing, I will schedule an appointments with him, turn my chair about 90 degrees, and share a message with him. Interestingly enough, he is my home teacher as well. This should be easy. One month he makes the appointment and I give the message. The next month we'll switch off. We should both be 100% on home teaching.

I wonder if watching a movie together counts for home teaching. We're watching Miracle right now. I'm sure you've heard of this movie. It's about the 1980 Winter Olympic gold medal bid by a young US hockey team. I think I've seen it. The whole office is watching it. They're very excited. If I'm home teaching now and non-members are present I think this counts as missionary work.

Missionary work is important. I invited a guy in my tent to come to church. He said he has a friend that used to be a witch and worshiped the devil. Why do people think of witches and devil worshiping when I invite them to church? He respectfully declined my invitation. He moved out of the tent the next day. He never even got to see my new chair.

I love you,
Mario